Um, chicken. Ha.
Yeah, so, I'm worn really thin, and my body wants to do some avoidance sleeping (that's the don't move until 9am kind of stuff), and I'm doing the best I can. I can't believe I'm sticking with updating so much. And that I sold my storage boxes. Turns out the cloth ones I bought suck a little bit, but they're good enough, and lightweight, and easy to toss in the back of the attic / cubby / poor excuse for a closet thing I've got going on here. Nice.
Two and a half weeks (just under that) until cohabitation starts. I should start a blog just about that. Adventures in Premarital Sex? That implies marriage. Um... Adventures in Sober Cohabitating? The Real Real World? Two people, living in one room, who blog their lives for the amusement of others? Something like that. I think it would be pretty good, actually... to document something from the beginning like that. Any suggestions, webmaster?
So, yeah. Broke, worn thin, tired, but overall good. Trying to figure out better storage solutions. Going in for my "outpatient procedure" tomorrow, which everyone assures me is going to be extremely manageable. Reading the list for headliners at CMJ and not peeing my pants about who's playing... Cold War Kids, Silversun Pickups, and a bunch of other decent goodies, but my socks are still on. Metaphorically speaking, at least, because I don't put socks on until it snows and I'm always the first one to bust out the flip flops.
Feck. I've got to speak Saturday night, totally forgot. Off to the races then - more to follow.
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